Mrs. G. Yes, but yer never as'd me! An' I didn't want her sold, muther You know haow I took care 0' that caarf. Her mother died, an' never saw her. I almost feel as if she was mine for I brought her up like a baby, and she sucked milk from my finger before she could stan'. I'm sure I'm as much her mother as harf the hens are mothers of their chickens: for they never see some 0' the eggs till they are put under 'em to hatch, an' they don't know which is which.